Roxas-fic
For tyra_amria. Roxas, Sora, Anti-Sora, and not quite Axel.
"It's like a goddamn zoo in here!"
Sora blinked at him and lifted his head, looking a little more awake. "Your parents let you swear?"
Come to think of it, he didn't think he'd had parents in Twilight Town. There had been the distinct idea that he did, though. "No one's parents lets them," Roxas said.
He held out a hand for Sora to pull himself up on. "Dork," he added, and grinned. He'd been dying to say that for ages, but it had felt (felt!) like it would only work face to face.
"Jerk," said Sora, taking his hand and sitting up. It sounded like he might have been thinking that for a while too.
"You're the one who didn't tell me about that thing!" Roxas waved an arm in an outward direction. "What's going on?"
"I don't ...talk about it," Sora said, and for all that he sounded unusually serious, he yawned. "It just happens sometimes." He flopped back into the nebulous greyness that made up the approximation of a place, sleepily drifting closer to Roxas's eyelevel as he talked.
"Why aren't you tired too? I don't think … when he's strongest, this side of me shouldn't ...and I don't think you should be this awake either."
"I'm used to being around when I shouldn't be."
Sora's frown deepened. "And why aren't you sad?"
One little word, but it was a trigger. For a second Roxas's claws were wrapped around a tree branch and his throat was raw with sound, and he could smell Riku at the foot of the tree, sweating guilt and regret in the summer night. He could smell the lingering scorch left by Memory of Flames, called up during their sparring. It hurt, in the place where he should-not have a heart, and the sky was bright and ungenerous.
Roxas's eyelashes fluttered as he came back, clearing away wetness, and he unclenched his fist from his t-shirt. Sora was mostly a querulous, dissatisfied frown now, kept in this grey place only by his question.
"What, you want me to start howling at the moon?" Roxas said, smiling. "No way. Axel would have laughed himself sick."
Sora rolled over on his side like he was in bed, hunching up over his dissatisfaction, and Roxas let him fade out of the place and back into his life - whatever face it was using at the moment. He drifted to the surface too, just feeling the damp heat of the air and the ache in his throat.
"It's like a goddamn zoo in here!"
Sora blinked at him and lifted his head, looking a little more awake. "Your parents let you swear?"
Come to think of it, he didn't think he'd had parents in Twilight Town. There had been the distinct idea that he did, though. "No one's parents lets them," Roxas said.
He held out a hand for Sora to pull himself up on. "Dork," he added, and grinned. He'd been dying to say that for ages, but it had felt (felt!) like it would only work face to face.
"Jerk," said Sora, taking his hand and sitting up. It sounded like he might have been thinking that for a while too.
"You're the one who didn't tell me about that thing!" Roxas waved an arm in an outward direction. "What's going on?"
"I don't ...talk about it," Sora said, and for all that he sounded unusually serious, he yawned. "It just happens sometimes." He flopped back into the nebulous greyness that made up the approximation of a place, sleepily drifting closer to Roxas's eyelevel as he talked.
"Why aren't you tired too? I don't think … when he's strongest, this side of me shouldn't ...and I don't think you should be this awake either."
"I'm used to being around when I shouldn't be."
Sora's frown deepened. "And why aren't you sad?"
One little word, but it was a trigger. For a second Roxas's claws were wrapped around a tree branch and his throat was raw with sound, and he could smell Riku at the foot of the tree, sweating guilt and regret in the summer night. He could smell the lingering scorch left by Memory of Flames, called up during their sparring. It hurt, in the place where he should-not have a heart, and the sky was bright and ungenerous.
Roxas's eyelashes fluttered as he came back, clearing away wetness, and he unclenched his fist from his t-shirt. Sora was mostly a querulous, dissatisfied frown now, kept in this grey place only by his question.
"What, you want me to start howling at the moon?" Roxas said, smiling. "No way. Axel would have laughed himself sick."
Sora rolled over on his side like he was in bed, hunching up over his dissatisfaction, and Roxas let him fade out of the place and back into his life - whatever face it was using at the moment. He drifted to the surface too, just feeling the damp heat of the air and the ache in his throat.